Blessed is the pilgrim, who in every place, and at all times of this his banishment in the body, calling upon the holy name of Jesus, calleth to mind his native heavenly land, where his blessed Master, the King of saints and angels, waiteth to receive him. Blessed is the pilgrim who seeketh not an abiding place unto himself in this world; but longeth to be dissolved, and be with Christ in heaven.

What else does anxiety about the future bring you but sorrow upon sorrow?

A book has but one voice, but it does not instruct everyone alike.

Learn to humble yourself, you are but earth and clay.

Always be thou prepared, and so live that death may never find thee unprepared.

What thou art, that thou art.

The glory of the good is in their consciences, and not in the tongues of men.